That Boy

Chapter 2

There was no way she was going to school the next morning. Even though literaly no one recognised her there, she wasn't feeling well and that was stopping her from paying attention. Still, y/n had to go, it wasn't such a big deal. Telling her parents what had happened was a risk anyway.

She sat trough all of her periods, trying to pay attention and just waiting for the end, basicaly. She was planning to visit the movie lot, just as she had said. It sounded kind of interesting, and she wanted to get her mind off of things for as long as she could.

Finaly, the bell rang and y/n got up, relived, and exited the class. Her head ached from concentrating on the lessons. All she needed was to get out on the fresh air. Exiting the building, she headed straight to the lot. The cool breeze gently blew over her face, relaxing her as she walked. Her pace was controled, as to not run into a danger.

Y/n got a better hold of her bag, bracing herself for whatever was awaiting her there. Remembering how she had run off the previous day. It seemed very much recognizable. And she knew very well it wasn't going to be ignored. Literaly, she was in trouble. That kind of trouble that considered a forced conversation and being stuck with whoever was forcing it. In y/n's case, that was the little dog-looking creature she now knew as Wakko.

Finaly, she reached the movie lot and waited at the entrance. Obviously, she was new to this place and didn't know where to go. The fact raised a little bit of nervousness inside of her, she was unsure of what to do and if she could feel relaxed, considering this was a disciplined place. The colorful buildings of the lot strangely made her sick. It kind of seemed like a happy place, while it didn't have to be that way.

Just like she guessed, Wakko ran up to her and screeched at the stop. "Nice seeing you again", he said, smiling. "Yeah...", y/n mumbled. What was going on with her? It wasn't like she was about to be harmed. Maybe it was the fact that she wasn't used to hangouts. Or meeting a...creature wasn't something common. Well, that was for sure. The other option left was...

"So...where are we going first?", she asked, brushing the tought off but still sounding hesitant. Why was it bothering her so much? Maybe because... "The psychiatry building", he replied. The what? Was he doing this on some kind of a purpose? By the way, she didn't need a psychiatrist, did she? No, he had no idea what was happening to her, even if she-

Before she could react, he gently grasped her hand and they started walking. That was it. Her suspicions were prooved right. She seemed like needing help that previous day and there was nothing that could cover it. The sky was blue with almost no clouds on it, perfect for walking like this and perhaps trowing up, in y/n's case. Which meant she was glad about going to that so called psychiatry building after all.

"Hey, why aren't you talking?". She snapped her head to the left and realised Wakko was still holding her hand. "You seem...distant", he said. "Oh, I...I was only thinking", said y/n, feeling a little uncomfortable. That was close. "Alright", was all he said. Y/n was afraid of letting go of his hand, no matter how much she wanted that. She had a feeling she might run away.

Entering the building, she couldn't help but think how the place was warm and welcoming. Well, no wonder. This wasn't any psychiatry building, but the one for the actors. Wait a second. If it was like that... "Are we really just visiting?", y/n blurted out. Wakko couldn't help but smile at that, "You think you need to?".

Y/n looked down at him again. "N-no...", she stuttered. Something really seemed odd. Like she kept exposing herself uncontrolably. Maybe it was better that way, but on an occasion like this, it wasn't so safe. Then again, she somehow couldn't just hide until...until what? No, she had no other choice but to confide.

Knock, knock

Y/n snapped out of her toughts as she saw Wakko knocking on one of the doors. The grip on his hand was the same gentle one, making her grit her teeth in some kind of a pain. It just didn't feel natural. Like she wasn't supposed to be single and no one else could help her. Both weren't true. Y/n belived she could ask anyone she wanted for help. What was she thinking anyway?

"Come in!", a high-pitched male voice came from inside. Wakko slowly turned the knob and silently perked inside. "Are we...disturbing you?", he slowly asked. "Ah, no. You may come in", said a hairless older man sitting at the desk. Wakko slowly dragged y/n inside, closing the door.  She just stood there, looking around the room.

It resembled to the rest of the building and had a huge glass window overlooking the colortful street. All in all, she found herself in a literal fairytale. There were also a couch and two armchairs. The yellow and green walls made it look like a children's hospital. Wait a minute...

"Oh, hello", the man greeted as he walked towards her, "I'm Dr. Scratchensniff, nice to meet you". "Uhm...y/n, nice to meet you too", she said, shaking his hand. "You're new here, ja?", he asked in his german accent. "I...yeah. I mean...Wakko brought me here to see where...they filmed the first season".

The doctor looked at Wakko, "You didn't tell me zat". "Oh...sorry", he said, smiling innocently. Y/n was glad she didn't see that. "Alright", said the doctor, "I'm the psychiatrist of this lot".